battle-thoughts
THUDTHUDTHUD!
No, dismiss the anxiety.
Remember:
Greatheartboldfearless
— (so the scops sing in Meduseld) —
loyalbravetruebesthorsemen
But in my innermost heart…
Fear, wrenching
blinding—
Gut-twisting nausea—
"DEAAAAATHH!"
Deep breath.
Again.
Raise blade,
adjust shield—
Look up,
(Béma, guide me)
into heavy skies…
Think one last time of her face, and
Scream:
"DEAAAAAAATHHH!"
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August 19, 2005. Instant drabbled: Riders of Rohan, dismiss, innermost, best.